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It was now over four weeks since THAT Friday night.

Kay had thought about it on vacation. It had been really raunchy. A night of desperation, madness; a night of depravity, the like of which she had never known. She really couldn’t stop herself. She was filled with raging desire. What should she have done? Exercise some control, she knew. She felt she had betrayed her mom and dad and all the morals instilled in her. It could have been so much worse — better? So she must have exercised some control.

It wasn’t just the night. It was the whole week building up to it; the sexual tension; the three of them talking; teasing; arousing; experimenting; the game; the release; the guilt. That week she had done some things that when she thought of them even now, she blushed. She knew it was wrong. One because it was a sin and two because there were three of them involved and that wasn’t natural — was it? She began to question the beliefs that had been drummed into her since birth. A relationship was made for two people; couples she knew that; even so, the idea of the three of them excited her. It was a journey of joint discovery; a sexual safari — which was now over; though she tingled when she thought of it.

Her thoughts drifted to her vacation. As she lay on her beach towel in the baking heat, feeling it burn the guilt from her body and infuse a feeling of relaxed wellbeing throughout. She had thought to herself; everybody experimented with sex and that’s all they had done, but she knew it would be viewed a lot differently, if it ever became known I her insular narrow minded town. Maybe it WAS time to choose between them as Pam had suggested; but how could she choose, they were equally lovely. She had decided to put it to the back of her mind and enjoy a vacation without the complication of sex.

The Sunday was spent reacquainting herself with her twin ‘cousins’ Brad and Jenny. They weren’t actual cousins but their parents had known each other for years and they would always visit each other or go on vacation together. They’d grown up together. This year they were all staying for a fortnight, in a large villa that Brad and Jenny’s parents owned, not far from The Florida Keys.

Kay awoke early Tuesday morning for her swimming practice. She dressed in a navy blue one piece bather and swimming cap. She felt that her hair was becoming a nuisance especially with all the swimming she was doing and had decided to get it cut the next day when she went to the salon with Jen. After swimming and a light breakfast, she settled down with her book on the back porch of the villa by the pool. Brad and Josh his father were busy over by the trees, removing some.

Kay watched from the sun bed as Brad tackled a tree. The double bladed axe bit into the trunk, causing triangular chunks of wood, to spit onto the grass. Brad’s muscles strained and rippled each time he hefted the axe, to hew the tree. His energy was immense but he would take occasional breaks to recover his breath. He was flushed, with beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, arms and back. He wiped his forehead with his arm and occasionally took sips of lemonade.

As Kay read ‘Jane Eyre’ she could hear the rhythmic, dull thud of the axe against the tree, all else was quiet. This had a soporific affect. She found herself dozing as she read and eventually lay the book to one side. As her eyelids switched between open and closed, she found herself watching Brad launching blow after blow into the tree. It was quite stimulating.

She had never thought of him as a man before. They’d known each other for so long and were more like brother and sister, but she could see now he was extremely attractive. In fact he was a younger, bigger version of his father, who chopped at the other side of the tree, alternatively. She began rocking her crossed legs to the lazy beat, which made her tingle. After several minutes she realised she was becoming aroused and immediately felt embarrassed and guilty. What on Earth was she doing? She stopped herself and looked the other way. This started her wondering if she was depraved in some way or was it, as she hoped, just her hormones, at this time of the month?

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Her life was in turmoil she started wondering if she was becoming obsessed with sex as she found herself thinking of sex or looking for sex situations almost all the time. After the vacation she had begun work at Mr Goodiner’s store. She felt there were sexual undercurrents there; nothing specific but Iona her work colleague was sometimes quite suggestive about people, including Mr Goodiner himself and although Kay had never experienced anything personally, she was aware of his wandering eye. Maybe she was pre-judging him because of what Donny had told her regarding seeing him looking at her panties in church. She wasn’t sure though she had observed him looking up her skirt a couple of times, which may have been accidental. Even so the circumstantial evidence seemed to be building up against him. She hated that. People being found guilty just because a mixture of unrelated and often poor quality ‘evidence’ is pieced together to make it appear true. A need for justice was built into her character.

Another disturbing ’symptom’ if you can call it that had arisen. Since her vacation she had been plagued with dreams of a sexual nature. She realised the cause; the weeks before, what she had witnessed, what she had done and Brad.

At bed time whether because of the heat or not she didn’t know, a kind of delirium took over her and she would wake wet and sweating from some of the most vivid erotic dreams. There were frequent occasions when she had masturbated feverishly after having a dream. She couldn’t stop herself. It seemed as if the more she attempted to suppress her desires the more lewd the dreams would become.

She could clearly recall in detail 3 dreams:

Dream one: She is at the beach with Brad which she had been on vacation, stripped naked. They notice a pontoon and decide to race out to it. Brad wins the race and hauls himself onto the deck as she swims alongside. Kay is too self-conscious and stays in the water. He sits on the side with his large recumbent cock laying on his thigh, his legs open. She knew he had a large cock as she had seen it when they where at the beach. They talk but she is distracted by activity at the other cove, mainly to stop herself looking at his appendage. She looks out to the cove but knows she must turn round sometime. She thinks “Why not? We’ve known each other years”. Then braces herself.

She treads water turning to him. He looks away his arms by his sides, hands pressed on the pontoon deck. She can look at leisure up his hairy thighs to where his testicle sack nestles at the top, his cock lazily pointing at her. She bobs between his legs, his knees either side of her head. As he feels the soft skin of her face on his thighs he looks at her, just as she begins licking his scrotum, the reaction is immediate and his prick lifts like a slumbering dinosaur roused into action.

His legs widen and she reaches with both arms to pull his lower body towards her. The end of his penis points at her moistened lips and she tenderly nibbles on it. This continues for a while until she opens her mouth and devours more of his cock. He is ecstatic, bucking his hips into her face and rolling his head in pleasure. She rolls her tongue around the large head and feels her mouth stretching, he is so big. She is wet between her legs and not only because of the seawater. She can taste salt on her lips; from him.

He withdraws from her mouth and eases himself into the water with hardly a splash. He stands facing her. Bringing her body against his, she feels the tautness of his cock bolt upright against her flat stomach. He dips his two strong arms into the water gripping her thighs and raises her up so that he can position his penis at the entrance to her vagina. With a warm push he penetrates her, thrusting ever more into the depths of her body; filling her as her legs desperately cling to his back and buttocks; pulling him in with her heels and hands. She can feel little warm wriggling sea creatures tantalising her clitoris, as she grows to her climax. It comes; a tsunami of delight; followed by waves of pleasure and passion. She feels herself drowning in the soft foam and it feels good.

She always woke up from this one, highly charged usually having an orgasm.

Dream two: Brad’s mortorbike is riding itself with Kay stretched back naked on the seat as Brad lays on top of her, dressed in his leather gear; black leather jacket, pants and boots with buckles. He even has a black leather covered cock. There heads are completely facing the opposite direction to the handlebars, which are steady as a rock. She grips him as they zoom along the highway, wind rushing over her body making it tingle in every nerve ending. She holds his black leather covered cock in one hand just managing to get her fingers around it. She then guides it to her opening, before thrusting it into herself. This dream is so perverted and pleasurable she had even had this whilst awake using Donny’s lamp/dildo but the resulting masturbation must have been so noisy, her mother had come into the room wondering what was wrong. Kay had been in such a sweat that her mother assumed she had a fever and she was treated for it. Thankfully she never noticed the disassembled lamp.

Morning’s after this one Kay really started to think she was a pervert.

Dream three: Which probably stemmed from Kay’s love of horses. There is a full moon and a clear sky. She is sat in front of Brad on a horse that is galloping along a beach. She is naked except for a pair of bejewelled high heeled shoes that glint in the moonlight. He is completely naked and erect against her buttocks and back. She lifts herself to offer him a better position for his entry into her. With one hand he dips under the arch of her thighs. Her buttocks are white against her sun kissed skin. She sits on him so he can pump into her from behind. The feel of the animal between her legs, coupled with him gripping her hips and thrusting into her, make it fantastically erotic for her. His hands are fondling her breasts and nipples which are hardened by the warm wind blowing into her. Her hands are gripping the leather halter tightly her fingernails digging into her palms. She can feel her clitoris rubbing against the warm sinewy horse flesh, at its shoulders and neck as Brad repeatedly pushes into her. The ride goes on for miles and miles until she is leaning with her head into the horse’s neck, her arse upward as he slides in and out with long, wet lengths. His penis glistens in the moonlight. Eventually she comes with the smell of the horse sweat and sea permeating her nostrils, cooing into the horse’s ear.

Although Brad had starred in all the preceding dreams, sometimes Donny or Matt would replace him but it didn’t make her feel any better of herself. This constant dreaming and unintentional almost feverish masturbation, made Kay feel as if there was something odd about her. It carried on for days and was making her moody.

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As Kay got herself dressed she had another flashback to her vacation. She thought about the ‘pamper day’ when Jen and Kay went to the Salon in town. Kay was pleased her period had ended and with it the pain and bloated feeling. They entered through the glass door and draped net curtains. The receptionist was a blonde girl, heavily made up. She welcomed them and asked them to complete a form for the programme they would be following. It was hair, manicure, pedicure, massage and make-up, for both.

They were greeted by personal assistants who would take them through their programmes. First they had to undress and don a white gown. The place was more like a gym than a hair salon with booths, tables and chairs throughout on tiled floors. Various ladies sat under driers drinking coffee and some stronger beverages.

They started with the hair stylist and Kay decided she would prefer a ‘bob’ cut. This would be so much more manageable and as the stylist Claude said, would suit her High cheek bones and facial features perfectly. He was ’sooo’ happy when she followed his advice. Jen decided upon a trim only.

They read magazines detailing the latest celebrity divorces and misbehaviour which for Kay was quite a change from the restricted reading and conversation she was used to. Jen and Kay chatted and laughed at the gossip.

After the hairstyling they had their nails taken care of, which took them to lunch time.

The afternoon brought a long, deep, relaxing massage that released every knot and tightness in their bodies. They were left to relax together on beds and eventually Kay brought the conversation round to Brad’s appendage.

“Oh you mean Brad Dexter’s Magnificent 7.” Jen laughed.

“Sorry?” Kay responded.

“Well you know his middle name is Dexter, right?” Kay nodded. “His tool is nicknamed the Magnificent 7.”

Kay still looked puzzled. Jen sighed and began the explanation.

“Brad Dexter is the actor nobody can name from the original movie. Dad must have been having a joke, when he named him.” Jen rolled her eyes. “And of course the ‘7′ is for its length!”

Kay smiled. Unbidden thoughts came into her head from the more inquisitive side of her nature. She knew she could say anything to Jen and to Brad for that matter. So she decided to satisfy her curiosity.

“Do you know if he’s used it?” Just the thought was making her voice tremble.

Jen shrugged.

“I guess, a few times.” She smiled an eyebrow raised wondering where this was going.

Kay wriggled on the bed, nervous but eager to pursue this further.

“I was just wondering that was all.”

“I understand your curiosity. It’s natural.” Jen smiled. “I’d be curious, the strict upbringing you’ve had. Look Kay it’s no issue to me, ask away. We tell each other everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything!”

Kay blew her cheeks out.

“It’s just - it’s so big ….. in his trunks!” She added.

“Well I never Kate!.” She pretended shock at Kay; ribbing her. “I guess it is. But to be honest it gets a lot bigger than that.”

Jen looked unfazed. Kay was stunned.

“How on Earth do you know?”

“I said we were close. We’ve lived together a long time, you get to see things.”

“I suppose you do.” Kay looked distracted. She couldn’t believe she was talking this way to Jen and about her brother.

“With more than one girl?”

“Huh! Oh I guess so. Yes a few, on dates, at parties and things.”

“So he’s had sex then?” Kay didn’t want to stop talking. “Full penetrative sex that is?”

“Yes. He has. ”

“How many times?”

“Gosh! a few. I don’t know how many.” She looked quizzically at Kay. “Why? What’s your interest? Have you?”

“Well not really.” Kay thought. “Why have you?”

“Mmmm! Now that would be telling.” But Jen offered no more. “Anyway I asked first, have you had sex?”

“Not really?” Kay said nervously, looking about.

“Not really? What then? Hand job? Blow job? 69?”

Each time Jen said something Kay became slightly more aroused.

“I don’t like to say really.”

“I’ve told you about Brad.”

Kay leaned in closer to Jen and whispered.

“Well ….. I’ve made them cum.”

“Them? So more than one.”

“It’s Donny and Matt.”

“Ahhh! I thought as much. I’m not surprised.” Jen lifted herself up on an elbow. She knew of Donny and Matt from conversations she’d had with Kay in the past. “Did you suck them off?”

Kay shook her head and blushed.

“Well I sort of masturbated with them.”

“Hmmm nice.” She looked quizzically at Kay, put her hand to her mouth then burst out. “Not together?”

Kay reddened

“Oh you rude girl!” Jen teased. “I’m very impressed I have to say.”

Kay felt a mixture of embarrassment and pride at least she had some experience to talk of.”

Later Jen returned to the subject of Brad.

“How come the interest in Brad’s cock all of a sudden anyway?”

“Just curiosity really.” Kay tried to make light of what she was really thinking. “I didn’t realise it was so big, until yesterday.”

“You wanna see it in anger when he pulls the foreskin back and that big bell end. It’s massive. ”

Kay was speechless, recovering she managed to gasp.

“How could you possibly know about that?”

Jen laughed and placed her finger alongside her nose.

Their personal assistants arrived which broke up the conversation. It was time to get dressed and be picked up by their mothers.

The conversation with Jen had just made Kay more intrigued about Brad. But she was clear in her mind that she must exercise restraint and not get involved with Brad in any sexual way, even in fantasy. It would be too shocking.

If only, she thought coming back to reality.

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The day was bright and Kay was excited. Donny and Matt had returned from their expedition yesterday and she had not yet seen them. They must have been exhausted from the trip and she could hardly wait to meet up with them this afternoon. Kay was still getting over her own vacation some two weeks after; this had surprised her. She had also started working at Mr Goodiner’s store, which was not without its surprises.

Donny and Matt fresh back from their vacation sat and played with the Playstation in the cabin, a CD played in the background. The boys had had two weeks at home without Kay followed by two weeks away; hiking, climbing and camping. An organised group from college had gone to the wilds of Alaska for an activity break and the boys had progressed from hanging around thinking of her on vacation, to being too exhausted to even think about sex! Something never achieved by prayer and meditation. They had missed her and Kay had missed them equally.

They both looked up as the door slowly creaked open; then jumped up when they saw Kay’s long shapely leg appear. She stepped in and they were awestruck.

The first thing they noticed was that her long hair was gone. She now had it cut in a ‘bob’ style. It made her appearance more sophisticated, emphasising her long neck and high cheekbones. She was dressed casually wearing a white jacket of some man-made fibre over a white cotton singlet. She had on a maroon Lycra mini-skirt and matching tight shorts, which came to just above her knee. The outfit was completed with maroon heeled slip-on shoes. She looked stunning in a cheerleader-ish sort of way. They stood speechless admiring her and she felt both flattered and slightly embarrassed at their staring.

She was then enthusiastically accosted. A series of friendly cheek kissing followed. She felt the familiar hard muscles on their bodies as she embraced them. They were both tanned and weather beaten to a degree but their eyes sparkled through. Wellbeing oozed from them. She felt invigorated, just seeing them. Eventually breathless, laughing and flushed, they sat down. There was a moment or two when Kay just looked at the boys and smiled. They grinned back, all happy to be together again, as if nothing had happened between them.

“It’s great to see you.” Kay said. She stood to remove her jacket, revealing her bronzed shoulders and arms; her left adorned with a wristwatch, her right with a thin white gold bangle. Around her neck she wore a chain of the same material that supported a cross, which disappeared under her white cotton vest, nestling between her firm breasts.

“It’s so good to see YOU.” Matt almost groaned with desire emphasising the ‘o’ in the ’so’. “You look simply gorgeous. So different. Your hair …”

“Why thank you.” She said, touching the bottom of her bob with the palm of her hand. “I had this done in Florida.”

“It’s marvellous makes you look so… so … elegant.” Said Matt with so much enthusiasm.

She curtsied, smiling.

“Why thank you kind sir.” There was a hint of mockery but it was well meant.

Most of those others I’d trusted enough to share a part of my life with, were all honest enough in their way, but all it took was a single touch, and any evidence of infidelity would be right there along with me, in my mind, as reminder for a long time.

I didn’t count thoughts for others as evidence, the lusts for the randoms passing across the screen of my partners’ lives – but people are as they are, and temptations can be hard to deny. It’s one thing to be told or know how a partner has been unfaithful with whomever, but to see the images as they actually happened, is a very different thing…

Picking up the long empty glass, I decided enough time had been wasted on grim thoughts, certainly as such hadn’t afflicted me in a decade now, and tonight I had Sara’s plethora of masturbatory fantasies to explore – letting myself become her. I knew that I was in for a treat, as she had a big mirror fixed to the ceiling, and loved watching herself as she played – she also seemed to enjoy watching other women masturbate too, the memories were right there in her head, and therefore now in mine.

Gathering my coat and keys back up, I was busily dreaming away and not really paying attention as I went about leaving and locking up, my thoughts as usual, elsewhere. In turning, I bumped into her, literally not having heard her on the carpeted stairs – and had another flash of contact. It wasn’t as powerful as the first, but it had enough clout.

She smiled at me again, a little flush touching her cheeks as our eyes met before she was upon her way again downstairs.

I smiled back automatically, but remained stood by the door, not wanting to give my new erection away as I watched her go – “definitely a fine ass.” In my mind I was reviewing the latest charged memory she’s passed me, so she was still present, but lain on her bed, naked except for pale panties, her legs parted wide to accommodate both hands inside the cotton, filling the fabric delightfully. She was looking up at herself in the mirror, and it was my turn to flush a little – it was as if she had read my thoughts of a moment ago.

“A busy lass indeed…”Her head turned to look back up at me before the stairwell’s turn took her from sight, and I got another smile. My thoughts causing an easy smile in return. “Had she been fantasising about me?”

I looked deeper, feeling for the images in her head between those of her gazing up at herself, masturbating to her mirror image movements.

“Yes, there I am…the time earlier on the stair, my eyes…her eyes seeing the line of my cock clearly in tight jeans…then the handshake…”there came a fast rush of imagery like she’d used before, but this time more followed, all jumbled together as she neared orgasm, some hers…but the rest were from me on the couch, cock in hand, and some of my memories…

It all came together just then, how her apparently busy life fitted into such a short span, the massive charge when we’d touched – all of it was as borrowed as my own store of imagery. She too had the gift.

I saw her reappear up the stairs, slowly, looking at me with eyes wide.

Life was about to become very interesting.

“The nerve!” she thought, only to be halted dead in her tracks. A swirl of dizzying colors took over her vision, and like before, her being was suspended over the dark abyss by a thin string leading up into the darkness above.

“You know you need the money,” the voice said blankly, to which the girl yelled out defiant invectives upwards in the gloom, apparently taken over by rage at such a suggestion. The being didn’t seem to like what she said, and the girl suddenly felt an abrupt slackening in the string and dropped about a foot, to which she’d scream out in sheer terror.

“I-I don’t want to!” the girl yelled while raising a fist upwards at the unseen being, who held her hostage to its every whims. Defiance seemed to radiate from her even in this situation, however, even with this much spunk and anger, the alternative of falling into the abyss below was not very attractive. She knew she’d have to give in, or die screaming. The latter, she thought she would not savor very much.

‘Held hostage by this thing, threatened with a very unpleasant fall down below. Perfect, just perfect. Lovely, too. I face two things right now, no wait - three things - faced with the abyss down below, the stupid orc outside, and possibly if I didn’t agree to taking Griblet’s money and somehow got unscathed from this, I still face all the threats I’d get from not paying those bills by those loan sharks,’ she thought and sucked a sharp breath of air between gritted teeth, before picking what would have been, no doubt, the hardest, but in a sense, easiest choice of them all.

Teeth were gritted tightly, fists clenched at her sides, and slow, angry steps were made towards of the goblin sitting on the pavement, whose eyes widened at the sight of the returning elf with very-much angry eyes and fists that looked like they were ready to punch through a brick wall. He tried to squirm backwards on the pavement, while still reeling from the throbbing on his right ear, but the pain that he expected coming was not to be. He peeped through the spaces between his fingers, to find an outstretched hand extending from the very object of his desires, and immediately allowed himself to be helped up, not noticing the highly irritated look on Saharan’s face which was stifling the agitation already brewing beneath the calm exterior.

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The IKEA bed rocked back and forth steadily, with the headboard banging up against the wall behind it in a constant and suggestive beat. The room was hot and humid, and heavy with the scent of must from one or two species that seemed to be going at it on the bed and beneath the scant wind that a lazy ceiling fan from above offered. Saharan gripped the top of the headboard tightly with her hands, while finding her face being pushed up hard against the synthetic wood from each thrust that the rutting goblin was giving her from behind. Long loud moans emanated from a slackened jaw, violet eyes rolled into the back of their sockets and long, jet black hair stuck damp against sweaty skin. This couldn’t be happening, the girl thought, but indeed it really was, in her very own apartment, and against her better judgment, it felt guiltily good.

There she was, being fucked madly by this stupid goblin because of a lack of choices, how his rough hands gripped around her tight waist, whilst he thrust into her with such brute force it caused her breasts to sway back and forth beneath her. Wet slapping sounds emanated from between joined hips, as that large cock fucked her slopping wet pussy for all it was worth, how each bump, vein and wart on its surface found a nice, nearly perfect spot to pop into the girl’s tight cunt and cause her more pleasure against her will.

Saharan, panting and moaning heavily from the fucking she was receiving, slowly lowered her head down and saw the vast contrast between the dark green skin, heavy, hairy ballsac behind and between her fair, slick thighs whilst the former thrust repeatedly with vigor, each time causing those same wet slapping sounds. She was stretched far too tight and winced out in sharp pain and pleasure each time the orc thrust too hard or too far into her slick twat, “Oh, fuck…!” she cried and moaned out in deep pleasures and conflicting emotions, the monster of a cock bumping into her cervix before retreating, huffing and gasping each time she was pulled back against those powerful hips by the rough hands that gripped around her waist, only to be jolted forward when rough, leathery hide met with soft, and creamy skin. Through denying peeks, she spied the thick ropes of clear lubricant dripping from her sweet spot, her very own love juices, which surely meant she enjoyed this. She couldn’t believe this, how her body betrayed her like this, however, it wasn’t all too bad. Yes, indeed. It was actually starting to feel better and better, those same sensations amplified by the thoughts of this happening and the erotic sounds of wet steaks being slapped against each other and her creaking bed.

Griblet, of course, was having the time of his life, and screamed out, “Griblet so happy!” while he rode and rutted her brains out, liking the particular feel of her soft, smooth skin against his dry and leathery hide, how slick and tight her cunt was around his thick cock which glided effortlessly thanks to the copious amounts of her lubricant. She was so young, and yet she dripped like a seasoned porn star. He gruffed loudly from the exertion he was putting into fucking her like this, and extended a knee forward to make fucking her harder easier, which he did, much to the increased moaning and panting of Saharan now.

“Y-You’re too big! But fuck, yes, fuck me with your big green cock!” Saharan moaned out loud, and now making an effort to push back in timing against Griblet’s thrusting, as if the energy of her revulsion and disgust at all this were being transformed into excitement and arousal. He leaned over the elf’s back, slobbered all over the back of her neck with a large, purple tongue before sneaking under her arm and grabbing a tit roughly which he then suckled hungrily, even using his sharp teeth to bite down on the sensitive nipple.

“Elf twat… so… tight and nice… so wet and hot inside…,” Griblet struggled to say between pants, whilst he fucked her harder and harder.

The mix of pain and pleasure was intense; the stretching of her cunt by the large cock, how every bump, thick vein and wart teased at her pussy lips, grazed at her tunnel walls, and the tortures on her sensitive nipples left Saharan on the margin, and it was perfect. It felt like she had an apple inside of her just from the size of his cock’s head, and all this was causing her to orgasm again and again, leaving mixed goblin and elf lubricant sliding down between her thighs before pooling down on the bed sheet on the spaces between her knees. Both their bodies bounced with each other’s thrusting, causing waves to ripple through Saharan’s thighs, and exciting her breasts to bounce and jiggle even while one mound was the prisoner of the orc’s hungry maw.

Griblet suckled heavily on the hard nipple in his mouth, gorging himself as if milk were coming out of that small teat, running his tongue roughly back and forth over the tip of the nub and around the darker area of Saharan’s nipple. He was panting heavily through the suckling, letting out grunts and groans through the lewd slapping sounds already being produced by his cock exiting halfway from Saharan’s tight cunt before being thrust back inside, which splattered pre in every direction. This was what the goblin dreamed of for a long time now, he thought, before letting his hand fly from her hip to grab the other free tit, both of which he now used to brace himself while he rutted on Saharan with no end in sight.

Saharan’s eyes shut and open randomly, shutting tightly before fluttering open from the waves of lewd sensations being caused by the large cock fucking her roughly, the coarse hands holding at her hip and tit, the large, hairy balls slapping at her thighs and the lewd, wet slapping sounds as rough hide met soft skin. The pain of being stretched wide, she thought, added a delicate spice to this sexual mix, the thought of being taken a notch down only added to her arousal and impending orgasm as she bounced back and forth on the orc’s mighty hips.

For one last time, Saharan buckled, tilted her head backwards and let out a long, low moan of pleasure punctuated by soft screams as another orgasm teased at her loins before bolting through the rest of her body. She would have squeezed at the cock inside of her, but the size in itself allowed no such slack that allowed her that luxury. Eyes rolled in their sockets, in what she could see as a daze before eyelids closed shut and the ethereal pleasures just simply took over. This was the sixth time now since he started fucking her just 40 minutes ago.

Griblet must have been on his last leg, as well, as he soon buckled, gave a few final brutal thrusts that smashed Saharan’s face into the headboard before shooting his hot, thick and slightly yellowish load into her wanting cunt. To Saharan, the sensation of hot cum flooding her insides simply extended her orgasm, and she let out a few sharp gasps whilst what yellowish semen her full cunt couldn’t take, dripped down from the crevices between her tunnel and the throbbing cock lodged inside, down between her thighs to the pool of cum and sweat that was already there.

There, they both remained in the doggy-style position whilst lingering in the after glow of their orgasms, sweating, panting and eventually collapsing in different directions. Cock popping out of well-fucked cunt in a flood of mixed ejaculate. Saharan fell onto her side, at the upper portion of her bed, while still grasping the headboard faintly, her sweat-stained pillow kept her head slightly aloft while she recuperated, before she felt the disgusting sensation of thick ropes of semen oozing from out of her stretched pussy. The goblin, Griblet, laid on his back, panting, while staring up at the ceiling in stupid bliss, his polished tool now lying limp on a tough thigh. Ah, now he could die happy. Was what he thought in his head whilst he relived every moment of what he’d just accomplished.

Saharan’s world, however, was in a daze, every breath seemed to linger, every throb seemed to resonate throughout her body, and every heartbeat made her head spin all the more. Eyes, all glazed over, stared blankly at her curled fingers, her hair a tangle of messy and damp knots all over. At least it was over, she hinted slightly to herself as the feeling of creeping self disgust began to snake its way back into her soul, causing her to tense and flinch at the slightest sounds or motions on the bed caused by the nearby Griblet. Inside the mind of the girl, there seemed to be a little conflict where emotions personified by Romanesque warriors clashed in epic battle, with one being the familiar Saharan and the other a barely discernable blob of a humanoid form dressed in that same Roman Legion armor. Swords clashed, shields thrown onto the other, sand and rocks kicked up in the struggle before Saharan triumphed with a swift thrust of her sword straight into the creature’s foul mass, sending it back into the abyss of her mind and Saharan once more appearing suspended on that string above that same dark abyss. Alone. Tired. And in that same status quo as before.

Life seemed to seep back into those curled fingers as they twinged and tensed before balling up into a tight fist, and the elven girl sprung from her fetal position on the bed, walked, albeit awkwardly, past the lightly slumbering goblin, and headed straight for her bathroom and shut the door back behind of her with a loud bang, one that jolted the dreaming Griblet awake.

Griblet sprung up on the bed, surprised by the loud bang caused by the door, looking around the room whilst scratching his head as if not knowing why he was here, only to suddenly remember the reason behind inextricable presence here, which caused him to grin and squeal out in stifled giddiness. Images suddenly flooded his mind, of how he roughly fucked Saharan from behind, how he slobbered and suckled over a grabbed tit and the fleeting images of her grimaced face as he first penetrated her with his big, fat cock. The sounds she created, oh boy, such music to his ears, her moans of pain and pleasure, the hints of trying to stifle them only made them all the more arousing, as if she’d been trying to maintain her dignity while being transformed into his bitch for the meantime, how groans of protest and vile invectives turned into foul and lewd encouragements, still with those invectives used to instruct the orc just how to fuck her rightly. This, the goblin dreamt in clueless stupor while sitting on that sweat- and cum-stained bed.

Inside the bathroom, Saharan faced the mirror naked, as she examined herself thoroughly from what she’d just gone through. Her nose was bleeding crimson, ever just so lightly and she had a cut lower lip, and the damned Griblet left some visible hickies and bite marks on her tender breast, which felt slightly sore to the touch. She pressed a swathe of cotton to her cut lip, which she surmised came from her biting on it to the point of bleeding while her orgasm ravaged her, as well as the bleeding nostril, which probably came from her hitting her face too many times against the headboard. She sighed, opened the tap and cleaned the cut on her lower lip and the dried saliva from the sides of her mouth, before sighing once more to the disgusting feeling of nearly dried and dried semen crusting her thighs and the yellowish globs that were now just beginning to trail from out of her stretched cunt.

“Damn it… that fucking Griblet must’ve been saving up all the years that he’s been asking me!” she groveled to herself, leaning over her sink before turning around to step into the shower for a good, long rinse-down.

Outside, having relived the scenes in his mind many times over, Griblet heard the sprinkling of water from inside the bathroom door and thinking in his simplistic mind that Saharan must’ve been showering. Great! He could use a shower, too. He thought, before stepping from the bed and walked towards the bathroom door, his rod and heavy balls swaying between his legs with each step, only to find the door locked with an irritated elf girl inside, he discovered she was irritated when she’d let loose another string of hateful words directed at him when he tried opening the door. He shrugged and instead found other things to do, and began shuffling amongst her family pictures, seeing ones of a young Saharan on a swing, on a bike, with her lone brother, and others with mother and father, ones with her in a pool or on a pony.

“Hrm,” he thought whilst pondering over the framed pictures on the night table, before noticing the orange-ish light that was seeping between the gaps of the blinds, and immediately remembering that his favorite TV show was just about to come around at this time. “Shit! Me soddin’ program’s comin’ any minit’ now!” the orc suddenly realized in confusion and surprise, before slipping into his work boots, grabbing his overalls and attempting to get into it, even with his shoes on. He hopped, stumbled and rolled around the room before finally banging on the bathroom door to yell a goodbye to the non responsive Saharan inside. Finally, even though he couldn’t put his overalls properly on, and his shoes stuck inside just before the opening of the leggings, he ran out the apartment and out to the road in the direction of his own apartment with his ass crack showing, “Oh dear, oh shit, oh dear…” he kept saying to himself as he ran.

Inside the shower, Saharan soaked herself beneath the hot stream of water that ran from the shower head, hitting her breasts and formed rivulets over her sensuous curves, with the heat of the water creating much steam inside the bathroom. She was bending over slightly, scrubbing the area around of her pussy of the dried semen, which certainly expressed defiance to being scraped off from the area. Even her neatly trimmed pubic hair felt crusty, as she scrubbed at it with her hand and some PH-balanced soap, and all through this expressed a simmering irritation and agitation at the crust cum, that showed defiance at being scraped off of her skin and pubic hairs, and could be comparable to dried paste sticking to paper – it just wouldn’t come off… yet.

She just stared down at her triangle, as her hands lathered the soap suds that covered the jet black pubes that she was rinsing of cum. This whole while, she eased her fingers with great gentleness around the bruised and sore lips and folds of her cunt, which were still tender and throbbing due to the pounding and stretching they’d received earlier from Griblet’s massive cock. The semen dripping from inside of her had no indication of waning any time soon, and she ventured to insert a finger into her opening to try and get what was left inside out, yet there was nothing. Another long and slender finger was stuck in, before another until she found that through the tenderness she was now able to stick in four fingers into her freshly-fucked cunt, “Bleh… this is too disgusting,” she thought to herself before pressing on, only to feel the all-too-familiar warmth that was now growing and festering in her loins due to the self-examination.

Light gasps and moans escaped from moistened lips, as she found the four fingers in her cunt beginning to move and caress her insides in a slow and steady motion. Figure leaned back against the shower wall as the heat in her pussy continued to grow, due to the recent fucking by the orc and the sensations caused by her own teasing. Legs spread widely; head tilted back, jaw slackened to let out those soft moans, whilst her free hand found itself snaking up from her hip up to the breast that was not sore from the biting. She pleasured herself this way, snaking in and out those four fingers from her moistening snatch while her thumb pressed and manipulated her hard clit.

She nibbled lightly on her lower lip, soaking in fully into the pleasures she was causing herself before suddenly wincing as a sharp pain interrupted her merrymaking. It traced from her cunt, down to the back or bottom of her pussy; it must have torn slightly due to Griblet’s musings. Saharan sucked in air through gritted teeth as the pain slowly sank in, it must have torn further with her fingering, explaining why she had only felt the pain now.

“Fuck…,” she mumbled to herself, all traces of what earlier arousal she had now evaporating quickly as she stumbled out of the shower.

Walking from out of the bathroom, Saharan only saw her empty bedroom; Griblet must have left when ‘he figured I wouldn’t come out for a long time’. Slipping into a pair of panties, however, she noticed some crumbled up bills lying on her night table, right next to her photos. She stared at those bills, even while she slipped a nightie over her head, changed the bed sheets with new ones, and slipped into bed. The last thing she saw before turning out her lamp were those same crumpled bills; a symbol of a bigger conflict that was about to arise within her.

“~ To be continued ~”